My daughter tries to draw a butterfly
with her crayons and crooked lines
and she’s crying ‘cause she just can’t get it right
so i wrap her tiny hand in mine
to guide her with her heart’s design
and she smiles as her dreams take flight
perhaps it’s how it is on this labyrinth road
i just need to let Him guide my soul
God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
hidden by the veil of time
the wisdom of His love’s design
God writes straight with crooked lines
i’ve had days as dark as smoke
when it hurt too much too hope
and it felt like the pain would never end
searching for answers but finding jokes
limping along the winding road
certain He left me all alone…
when it’s hard to trust that there is a greater plan,
like a child i’ve gotta just hold His hand
‘cause God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
hidden by the veil of time
the wisdom of His love’s design
God writes straight with crooked lines
it’s hard to see the picture when you’ve got your head to the ground
but the vision is perfect from heaven looking down
there’s a reason for every detour and every scar
His mercy has always been written in the stars
God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
He turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
hidden by the veil of time
the wisdom of His love’s design
God writes straight with crooked lines
